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Rainer?

Rainer?

Or heavens?

The child?

Not in the night air.

Instead of in your bed, you'll catch your death.

Look who told me you were asleep.

I sent her away.

I wanted to be alone.

The stars are so beautiful.

What's the matter?

It's such news.

There's been a battle.

A great battle at Slivnitsa.

A victory.

And it was won by Sir Gius.

His father.

His father said, of course, he sends me the news.

Sir Gius is the hero of the hour, the idol of the regiment.

Tell me, tell me, how was it?

You can't believe how splendid it was.

A cavalry charge, think of that.

He defied our Russian commanders, acted without orders,

led a charge on his own responsibility, headed it himself.

It was the first man to sweep through their guns.

Oh Rainer, can't you see it?

Our gallant, splendid Bulgarians, their swords and eyes flashing,

thundering down like an avalanche, and scattering the wretched Serbs,

and their dandy-fied Austrian officers, like Chaff.

And you, you kept Sir Gius waiting for a whole year before you'd be betrothed to him.

Or if you have a drop of Bulgarian blood in your

veins, you'll worship him when he gets back.

What will he care for my poor little wretched,

after the acclimations of a whole army of heroes?

Oh, but no matter, I'm so happy, so proud.

He proves that all our ideas were real, after all.

All our ideas real, do you mean?

Our ideas of what Sir Gius would do.

Our patriotism, our heroic ideals.

I sometimes used to doubt whether they were anything but dreams.

Oh, what faithless little creatures, girls, are.

When I buckered on Sir Gius' sword, he looked so noble.

It was treason to think of disillusion, or humiliation or failure.

And yet, and yet, promised me you won't tell him.

And ask me for promises till I know what I'm promising.

Well, it came into my head, just as he was holding me in his arms and looking into my

eyes, that perhaps we only had our heroic ideas

because we're so fond of reading Byron and Pushkin.

And because we were so delighted with the opera that season at Bucharest.

Real life is so seldom like that, indeed, never.

As far as I knew it then, only think, mother, I doubted him.

I wondered whether he is a heroic qualities and his

soldiership might not prove mere imagination in a real battle.

I had an uneasy fear that he might cut a poor figure there

beside all those clever officers from the Tsar's court.

For shame on you poor figure!

Why the Serbs have Austrian officers who adjust as clever as the Russians,

but we've beaten them in every battle for all that?

Yeah!

I was only a present little coward.

Oh, to think that it was all true that Tsar just

is just as splendid and as noble as he looks.

That the world is really a glorious world, for women who can see its glory,

and men who can act its romance.

Oh, what happiness, what unspeakable fulfillment!

Please, madam, the windows will be closed and the shots

are made falsely, so they may be shooting in the streets.

The Serbs are being pushed right back through

the passes, so they may run into the town.

I'll cover you, be after them, and our people will be ready for them,

you may be sure now that they're running away.

I must see that everything is made safe downstairs.

I wish our people weren't so cruel!

What glory is there in killing wretched fugitive?

Do you think they would hesitate to kill you?

Oh, us?

Just leave the shutters, Lucas, so that I can close them if I earn in noise.

No, dear, you'll be shorter fall asleep and leave them open and make them false, Lucas.

Yes, madam.

Don't be anxious about me.

The moment I hear a shot I shall blow out the candles and will myself have in bed,

with my ears well covered.

Quite the wisest thing you can do, my love.

Couldn't I eat?

Good night.

Oh, wish me joy.

This is the happiest night of my life.

You've only there are no fugitives.

Oh, now go to bed, dear.

Don't think of them.

If you would like the shutters open, just give them a push like this.

One of the more should be bolted at the bottom, but the bolt's gone.

Thanks, Luca.

But we must do as we are to.

Good night.

Good night.

I shall never be on the worthy of you anymore.

My soul's here.

Never.

Never, never, never.

My hair.

Who's there?

Who's that?

Don't call out or you'll be shot.

Be good and no harm will happen to you.

I take care.

It's no use trying to run away.

Remember, if you raise your voice, my revolver will go off.

A strike and light will let me see you.

Do you hear?

Excuse my disturbing, you.

Would you recognize my uniform?

Sir, if I'm caught, I shall be killed.

Do you understand that?

Yes.

Well, I don't intend to be killed if I can help it.

Do you understand that?

I suppose not.

Some soldiers, I know, are afraid to die.

All of them, dear lady, all of them believe me.

It is our duty to live as long as we can now if you raise an alarm.

You will shoot me.

How do you know that I'm afraid to die?

Oh.

But suppose I don't shoot you.

What would happen then?

A lot of your cavalry will come bursting into this

pretty room of yours and slaughter me here like a pig.

For I'll fight like a demon, they shalt get me into the street to amuse themselves.

With I know what they are.

Are you prepared to receive that sort of company in your present undress?

Hardly presentable, eh?

Stop where you going?

Only to get my cloak.

A good idea.

I'll keep the cloak and you take care that nobody comes in and sees you without it.

This is a better weapon than the revolver, eh?

It is not the weapon of a gentleman.

He's good enough for a man with only you to stand between him and death.

If you let those blackards in our millenium, so receive them, as you are.

My lady, my lady, get up quick and open the door.

If you don't, they will break it down.

It's not you, Stia.

I'm done for.

Quick, wrap yourself up there, coming.

Oh, thank you.

Don't mention it.

What will you do?

The first man in will find out that keep out of the way whatever you do.

It won't last long, but it will not be nice.

I'll help you.

I'll save you.

You can't.

I can't.

I'll hide you.

Here, behind the patterns.

Is it half a chance if you keep your head?

Oh, shhh.

Can I remember?

Yes.

Nine soldiers out of ten are born fools.

If they find me, I promise you a fight.

A devil of a fight.

One of those beasts of service has been seen climbing the water pipe to your balcony.

Our men want to search for him, and there's a wild and drunk and furious.

My lady says it was aggressive once, and... They try not to touch here.

Why they've been there being there?

I mean, it's only that you say.

Did you see anyone all year anything?

I heard the shooting.

Surely the soldiers were not there to come in here.

I have found a Russian officer.

Thank heavens he knows, sir.

You may come in, sir.

I don't want to receive you.

Good evening, gracious lady.

I'm sorry to intrude, but there is a sir hiding on the balcony.

Will you end the gracious lady, your mother, pleased to withdraw while we search?

Lonson, sir.

You can see there's no one on the balcony.

She's firing now, you foes, you hell!

She's firing, damn you!

Could anyone have got in without your knowledge, where you were asleep?

No, I'd not been to bed.

Your neighbours had the head so full of runaway serbs, they see them everywhere.

Gracious lady, a thousand pardons.

Good night.

Don't leave my mother, Luca.

Till the soldiers go away.

A narrow shave.

But a miss is as good as a mile.

Gracious young lady, you're servant to the death.

I wish for your sake I'd join the Bulgarian army instead of the other one.

I am not a native servant.

No, you're an Austrian who set the Serbs on to rob us of our national liberty.

And who offers her their army for them, we hate them.

Austria?

Not I, don't hate media, young lady.

I am a Swiss.

Fighting merely as a professional soldier, I joined the

Serbs because they came first on the road from Switzerland.

Be generous, you beaten us, hollow.

Have I not been generous?

No, boy.

He will wake.

But I'm not saved yet.

This particular rush will soon pass through, but

the pursuit will go on all night by fits and starts.

I must take my chance to get off in a quiet interval.

You don't mind my waiting just a minute or two, do you?

Oh, not at all.

Won't you sit down?

Thanks.

Don't frighten me like that.

What is it?

You're a father.

It was staring that officer in the face all the time.

What an escape.

Who is that all?

I'm sorry, I frightened you.

Pray take it.

To protect yourself against me.

It's no use dear, young lady.

There's nothing in it.

It's not loaded.

Loaded by all means.

I know I'm your mission.

What use of cartridges in battle?

I always carried chocolate instead.

And I finished the last cake of that hours ago.

Chocolate?

Do you stuff your pockets with sweets like a schoolboy even in the field?

Yes, isn't it contemptible?

I wish I had some now.

Allow me.

I'm sorry I've eaten them all except for these.

You're an angel.

Creams.

Thanks, gracious lady.

You can always tell an old soldier by the insides of his posters and cartridge boxes.

The young ones carry pistols and cartridges.

The old ones grow.

Thank you.

Don't do things so suddenly, gracious lady.

It means revenge yourself because I frightened you.

Oh, frightened me.

Do you know, sir?

Though I am only a woman, I think I'm at heart as brave as you.

I should hope so.

You haven't been under fire for three days as I have.

I can cook with two days when enough but no man can stand.

Three days I must nervous as a mouse.

Would you like to see me cry?

No.

If you would, all you have to do is to scold

me as if I were a little boy and you my nurse.

If I were in camp now, they'd play all sorts of tricks on me.

I'm sorry.

I won't scold you.

You must excuse me.

Our soldiers are not like that.

Oh, yes, they are.

There are only two sorts of soldiers, old ones and young ones.

I've served fourteen years.

Half your fellows never smelled powder before.

Why?

How is it that you've just beaten us?

Sheer ignorance of the art of war, nothing else.

I never saw anything so unprofessional.

It was unprofessional to beat you.

Well, come.

Is it professional to throw a regiment of cavalry onto a battery of machine guns?

With a dead certainty that if the guns go off, not a

horse or man will get within fifty yards of the fire.

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw it.

Did you see the great cavalry charge?

Oh, tell me about it.

Describe it to me.

You never saw cavalry charge, did you?

How could I?

Oh, perhaps not.

No, of course not.

Well, it's a funny sight.

It's like slinging a handful of peas at a window pane.

The first one comes, then two or three close behind.

And then all the rest in the lump.

Yes, the first one.

The bravest of the brave.

Yeah.

You should see the poor devil pulling at his horse.

Why should he pull at his horse?

It's running away with him, of course.

You suppose the fellow wants to get there before the others and be killed?

And then they all come.

You can tell the young ones by their wildness and their slashing.

The old ones come, bunched up under the number one guard.

They know that they're mere projectiles.

And there is no use even trying to fight.

The wounds are mostly broken knees from the horses canning together.

I don't believe the first man is a coward.

I know that he is a hero.

That's what you'd have said if you've seen the first man in the charge today.

Ah, I knew it.

Tell me.

Tell me about him.

He did it like an operatic tenor.

A regular handsome fellow flashing eyes, lovely moustache, shouting his walkriand,

charging like Don Kiyote at the windmills.

He didn't know.

You dare to laugh.

But when the sergeant ran up as white as a sheet and told us that they sent us the

wrong ammunition and that we couldn't fire around for the next ten minutes,

we laughed at the other side of our mouths.

I never felt so sick in my life, and I'd been in one or two very tight

corners and I hadn't even a revolver cartridge.

Only chocolate.

We know Ben, it's nothing but of course they simply cut us to bits and there was

Don Kiyote, flourishing like a drum major, thinking he'd done the cleverest thing

ever known, whereas he ought to be caught, martial,

of all the fools ever let loose on a field of battle.

That man must be the very maddest.

He and his regiment simply committed suicide.

Only the pistol missed fire, that's all.

Indeed.

Would you know him again if you saw him?

I'll never forget him.

This is a photograph of the gentleman, the patriot and hero, to whom I am betrothed.

I'm really very sorry.

What's it fair to lead me on?

Yes, that's Don Kiyote, he's not a doubt of it.

Why do you laugh?

I didn't laugh, I assure you, at least I didn't mean to, but when I think of him,

charging those windmills and imagining he was doing the finest thing...

Give me back the portrait, sir.

Yes, of course.

Certainly, I'm really very sorry.

Perhaps I'm quite wrong, you know.

No doubt I am.

Most likely, he had got wind of that cartridge

business somehow, and knew it was a safe job.

That is to say that he was a pretender and a coward.

You did not dare to say that before.

If no use, dear young lady, I can't make you

see it from the professional point of view.

So much the better for you.

You're my enemy, and you're my mercy.

What would I do if I were a professional soldier?

Ah, true, dear young lady, you're always right.

I know how good you've been to me.

To my last hour, I shall remember those three chocolate creams.

It was unsoldierly, but it was angelic.

Thank you.

And now I will do a soldierly thing.

You cannot stay here after what you've just said about my future husband.

But I will go out onto the balcony and see whether

it is safe for you to climb down into the street.

Down that water pipe, stop!

Wait, no, I can't.

I didn't.

The very thought of it makes me giddy.

I came up it fast enough with death behind me.

But the face it, now, in cold blood, I can't do it.

I'll be here the alarm.

Oh, calm, don't be disheartened.

Oh, you are a very poor soldier.

A chocolate cream soldier.

Oh, calm, cheer up.

He takes less courage to climb down than he does to face capture.

Remember that?

No, capture only means death and death is sleepable.

Sleep, sleep, sleep.

Undisturbed sleep, you see.

Climbing down that pipe means doing something, exerting myself, thinking,

death ten times over first.

I was sleepy as that.

I haven't had two hours undisturbed sleep since I joined.

I haven't closed my eyes in 48 hours.

What am I to do?

Oh, yes, of course you.

You're right.

I must do something.

There you are, you see.

Sleep or no sleep.

Hunger or no hunger, tired or not tired.

You can always do a thing when you know it must be done well.

That pipe must be got down.

You hear that?

Something pretty so good.

But if you fall... I shall sleep as if the stones were a feather bed.

Goodbye.

Stop!

They'll kill you.

Never mind, this is all in my day's work.

I'm bound to take my chance.

Now, do what I tell you.

Blow out the candles so they can't see the light when

I open the shutters and keep away from the window.

If they see me, they're sure to have a shot at me.

They're sure to see you.

It's bright moonlight.

I'll save you.

How can you be so indifferent?

You want me to save you, don't you?

I really don't want to be troublesome.

I am not indifferent.

Dear young lady, I assure you, but how is it to be done?

Come away from the windows.

Oh, please!

Now, listen.

You must trust to our hospitality.

You do not yet know in whose house you are.

I am a pet-coff.

A pet-what?

I mean that I belong to the family of the pet-coffs.

The richest and the best known in our country.

Oh, yes, of course.

I beg your pardon.

The pet-coffs to be sure how stupid of me.

You know you never heard of them until this moment.

How can you stoop to pretend?

Forgive me, I'm too tired to think of the change of subject was too much for me.

Don't scold me.

Oh, I forgot.

It might make you cry.

I must tell you that my father holds the

highest command of any Bulgarian in our army.

He is a major.

A major?

Bless me, think of that.

You showed great ignorance in thinking that it was necessary to climb up to the

balcony, or because ours is the only private house that has two rows of windows.

There is a flight of stairs inside to get up and down by.

Stairs?

That grand you live in great luxury indeed, young lady.

Do you know what a library is?

A library?

A room full of books?

Yes.

We have one.

The only one in Bulgaria.

Actually, a real library I should like to see that.

I tell you these things to show you that you are not in the house of ignorant

country folk who would kill you the moment they saw your Serbian uniform.

But amongst civilized people.

We go to Bucharest every year for the opera

season and I have spent a whole month in Vienna.

I saw that, dear young lady, I saw at once that you knew the world.

Have you ever seen the opera of Ernani?

Is that the one with the devil in it in red velvet and a soldier's chorus?

No.

I thought you might have remembered the great scene where Ernani, flying from his

foes just as you are tonight, takes refuge in the castle of his bitterest enemy.

An old Castilian noble.

The noble refuses to give him up.

His guest is sacred to him.

Have your people got that notion?

My mother and I can understand that notion as you call it.

And if instead of threatening you with your pistol as you did, you had simply

thrown yourself as a fugitive on our hospitality.

You would have been as safe as in your father's house.

Quite sure.

Oh, it is useless to try and make you understand.

Don't be angry, you see.

How awkward it would be for me if there was any mistake.

My father is a very hospitable man.

He keeps six hotels, but I couldn't trust him as far as that.

What about your father?

He is a way to live in it, sir, fighting for his country.

I answer for your safety.

Here is my hand in pledge of it.

Will that reassure you?

Better not touch my hand, dear lady.

I must have a wash first.

That is very nice of you.

I see that you are a gentleman.

Hey.

You must not think that I am surprised.

Bulgarians have really good standing.

People in our position wash their hands nearly every day.

So you see, I can appreciate your delicacy.

You may take my hand.

Thanks, gracious lady, I feel safe at last.

And I would you mind breaking the news to your mother.

I'd better not stay here secretly longer than necessary.

If you would be so good as to keep perfectly still whilst I am away.

Certainly.

You are not going to sleep, are you?

Do you hear wake up, you are falling asleep?

No, not the least of the world I was only thinking.

I am all right, I am by the way.

Will you please stand up whilst I am away?

All the time, my.

Certainly you may depend on me, I am proud.

Where am I?

I must keep awake.

Nothing keeps me awake except danger.

Now, remember that.

Danger.

Danger.

Danger.

Where is danger?

I must find it.

Oh, God.

I don't even know what I am looking for.

Snake, danger, what am I looking for?

Oh, yes.

No, I know.

All right, now.

I am to go to bed, but not to sleep, because of danger.

And not to lie down either.

Only sit down.

He's gone.

I left him here.

Here?

He's asleep.

The brute.

Sir.

Sir.

Sir.

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The poor darling's worn out.

Let him sleep.

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Be warned in time, Luca.

Mind your manners.

I know the mistress.

She's so grand that she never dreams that any

servant could dare but it's respectful to her.

But if she once suspects that you're defying her, how do you go?

I do defy her.

I will defy her.

What do I care for her?

If you quarrel with the family, I never can marry you.

It's the same as if you quarreled with me.

You take her part against me, do you?

I shall always be dependent on the good will of the family.

When I leave their service and start a shopping

so fear, their custom will be half my capital.

Their bad word would ruin me.

You have no spirit.

I should like to catch them saying a word against me.

I should have expected more sense from you, Luca.

But you're young.

You're young.

Yes, and you like me all the better for it, don't you?

But I know some family secrets they wouldn't care to have told young as I am.

Let them quarrel with me if they dare.

Do you know what they do if they heard you talk like that?

What could they do?

Discharge you for untruthfulness.

I don't believe any stories you told after that.

Don't give you another situation.

Who in this house would ever be seen speaking to you ever again?

How long would your father be left on his little farm?

Child, you don't know the power such high people have over the like of you and me

when we try to rise out of our poverty against them.

Look at me.

Ten years in their service, do you think I know no secrets?

I know things about the mistress.

She wouldn't have the master know for a thousand livers.

I know things about him.

She would let him hear the last offer six months if I blab them to her.

I know things about Rhaena break up a match with Serges.

How do you know?

I never told you.

So that's your little secret, is it?

I thought it might be something like that.

Will you take my advice and be respectful and make the mistress feel that no matter

what you know or don't know she can depend on you

to hold your tongue and serve the family faithfully?

That's what they like and that's how you make most out of them.

You have the soul of a servant, Nicola.

Yes, that's the secret of success in service.

Master, back from the war.

My word for it, Luca.

The war's over.

Offer, you get some fresh coffee.

You'll never put the soul of a servant into me.

Well, that's right.

Ah, breakfast out here, eh?

Ah, yes, sir.

The mistress, Miss Rhaena, have just gone in.

Go in and say, I've come.

And get me some fresh coffee.

It's coming, sir.

Oh,

you tell the mistress?

Yes, she's coming.

Well, a servant ran away with the other.

No, sir.

That's right.

Have you brought me some cognac?

Yes, sir.

That's right.

My dear poor, what just a prize for us?

Well...

What did brought you some fresh coffee?

Yes, Luca's been looking after me.

LAUGHTER The war's over.

The treaty was signed three days ago at Bucharest and the

decree for our army to demobilise was issued yesterday.

Paul!

Have you let the Austrians force it to make peace?

My dear, they didn't consult me.

What could I do?

But of course, we saw to it that the treaty was an honorable one.

It declares peace... Peace!

But not friendly relations.

Remember that?

They wanted to put that in, but I insisted on it being struck out.

What more could I do?

You could have a next Serbia and made Prince Alexander the Emperor of the Balkans.

That's what I would have done.

I don't doubted in the least, my dear, but I should have had to subdue the whole

Austrian Empire first, and that would have kept me too long away from you.

I missed you, Greg.

Oh...

And how have you been, my dear?

Oh, I used your sore throats, that's all.

That comes from washing your neck every day.

I often told you, sir.

Nonsense, Paul.

I don't believe in going too far with these modern customs.

All this washing can't be good for the health.

Not neck.

It was an Englishman at Philip Poppilis who used to wet

himself all over with cold water every morning when he got up.

Disgusting.

It all comes from the English.

Their climate makes them so dirty, they have to be perpetually washing themselves.

Look at my father.

He never had a bath in his life.

Live to be 98, healthiest man in Bulgaria.

I don't mind a good wash once a week to keep up my position.

But once a day is carrying the thing to a ridiculous extreme.

You are a barbarian at heart, still, Paul.

I hope you behaved yourself in front of all those Russian officers.

I did my best.

I took care to let them know that we have a library.

But you didn't tell them that we have an electric bell in it.

I had one put out.

Watching an electric bell.

You touch a button.

Something tinkles in the kitchen.

And Nicola comes up.

Why not shout for him?

Civilised people don't shout for their servants, Paul.

I've learnt that while you were away.

Well, I'll tell you something I've learnt too.

Civilised people don't hang out there washing to dry.

We're visitors can see it.

We'll put somewhere else.

Oh, nonsense, Paul.

I don't really really find people notice such things.

Kate!

Nicola!

Don't!

This, sir, yes.

Hello!

Nicola!

Don't shout, Paul.

It really isn't nice.

Nicola!

Yes, sir.

You deaf?

You made yourself a ron of knocking.

Bring him around this way.

Yes, Major.

You must talk to him, my dear and to Ryan, that takes him over our hands.

He bores my life out about not promoting him.

Over my head, if you please.

Well, he really ought to be promoted when he marries Ryan.

Besides, the country should insist on having at least one native general.

Yes, so he could throw away her brigades instead of regiments.

He's no use, my dear, and the slightest chance of promotion

until we're quite sure the peace will be a lasting one.

Major, Sergius Serrano!

You're already Sergius, glad to see you.

My dear Sergius!

My dear mother, if I may call you, sir.

Mother in law, Sergius, mother in law, sit down and have some coffee.

Thank you.

None for me.

You look super absurdious.

The campaign has improved you.

Everyone here is mad about you.

We were all wild with enthusiasm about that magnificent cavalry charge.

Madam, it was the cradle and the grave of my military reputations.

How so?

I won the battle the wrong way, while Starworthy

Russian generals were losing it, the right way.

In short, I upset their plans and wounded their self-esteem.

Two Kossak kernels had their regiments routed on

the most correct principles of scientific warfare.

Two Major Generals got killed, strictly according to military etiquette.

The two kernels are now Major Generals, and I am still a simple Major.

You shall not remain so Sergius, that women are on your side.

They will see that justice is done.

It is too late.

I've only waited for the peace to send in my resignation.

Your resignation?

You must withdraw it.

I never withdraw.

Now, who could have supposed you were going to do such a thing?

Everyone that knew me, but enough of myself and my affairs, how is Rhaena,

and where is Rhaena?

Rhaena is here.

Pretty, isn't it?

She always appears at the right moment.

Yes, she listens for it.

It's an abominable habit.

Dear father, welcome home.

My little pet girl.

So, you're no longer a soldier, Sergius?

I am no longer a soldier.

Soldering my dear madam is the coward's art of attacking mercilessly when you are

strong and keeping out of harm's way when you are weak.

That is the whole secret of successful fighting.

Get your enemy at a disadvantage, and never on any account fight him on equal terms.

We wouldn't let us make a fast stand-up fight of it.

However, I say soldiering has to be a trade, like any other trade.

Precisely, but I have no ambition to shine as a tradesman.

So, I've taken the advice of that bagman of a captain who settled the exchange of

prisoners with his a pilot and given it up.

Well, that Swiss fellow, Sergius, I've often thought of that exchange since.

He overreached us about those horses.

Of course he overreached us.

His father was a hotel and liverist, tablekeeper, and he

owed his first step to his knowledge of horse-dealing.

He was a soldier, every inch a soldier.

If only I'd bought the horses for my regiment.

Instead of foolishly leading it to danger.

I should have been a field marshal now.

Swiss, what are you doing in the Serbian army?

Volunteer, of course.

You know, picking up his profession.

We shouldn't have been able to begin fighting

of these foreigners and chances how to do it.

We knew nothing about it.

Now that it deserves it.

We can't let it be no war without them.

Are there many Swiss officers in the Serbian army?

No, all Austrians.

Just are off to draw Russians.

There's only Swiss I came across.

I'll never trust a Swiss again.

He humbogged us into giving him 50 able-bodied men for 200 worn-out chargers.

They weren't even eatable.

We were two children in the hands of that consummate

soldier, Major, simply two innocent little children.

What was he like?

Oh, right.

You know, what a silly question.

He was like a commercial traveler in uniform.

Borscht war to his boots.

Don't capture in that queer story his friend

told us about how he escaped after Slivnitsa.

You remember about he's being hit by two women.

Oh, yes.

Quite a romance.

He was serving in the very factory ISO unprofessional.

It charged.

Being a thorough soldier, he ran away like the

rest of them with our cavalry at his heels.

To escape their sabers.

He climbed a water pack and made his way into the bedroom of a young Bulgarian.

The young lady was enchanted by his persuasive commercial travellers manners.

She very modestly entertained him for an hour or so and then called in her mother.

Lest her conduct should appear unmaidingly.

The old lady was equally fascinated.

The fugitive was sent in his way the next morning disguised

in an old coat belonging to the master of the house.

Who was away at the wall?

Your life in the camp has made you cross, Sergis.

I did not think you would have repeated such a story before me.

She is right, Sergis.

If such women exist, we should be spared the knowledge of them.

No, I'm Sergis.

What does it matter?

No, Petkov.

I was wrong.

I beg your pardon, I have behaved abominably.

Forgive me, Rhaena.

And you too, Madam.

The glimpses I have had of the seamy side of

life in the past few months have made me cynical.

But I should not have brought my cynicism here, at least of all, into your presence,

Rhaena.

Stop that nonsense, Sergis.

It's quite enough fuss about nothing.

A soldier's daughter should be able to stand up

without flinching to a little strong conversation.

Come.

Time is to get to business.

We have to make up our minds.

Are there three regiments that they get back to Philip Poppilis?

There's no forage for them on the Sophia route.

Come along.

Oh, Paul.

Can't you spare Sergis for a few moments writing this hardly seen in yet?

Perhaps I can help you with the regiments.

My dear, Madam, impossible.

You stay here, Sergis.

It's really no hurry.

I have a word or two to say to Paul.

Now, come, dear.

Come and see the electric bell.

Very well.

Am I forgiven?

My hero.

My key.

My queen.

I have envy you, Sergis.

You will be not in the world.

On the field of battle.

Able to prove yourself there worthy of any woman in the world.

Whilst I have had to sit at home in active, dreaming, useless.

Doing nothing that would give me the right to call myself worthy of any man.

Dearest, all my deeds have been yours.

You inspired me.

I've gone through the war like a knight in a

tournament with his lady looking down at him.

And you have never been out of my thoughts for a moment, Sergis.

I think we too have found the higher love.

When I think of you, I feel that I could never

do a basteed or think an ignoble thought.

My lady and my saint.

My lord and my... Let me be the worship of you.

You will know how unworthy even the best man is of a girl's pure passion.

I trust you.

I love you.

You will never disappoint me, Sergis.

I cannot pretend to talk indifferently before her.

My heart is too full.

I will go and get my hat.

And then we can go out until lunchtime, wouldn't you like that?

Be quick!

If you are away five minutes, it will seem... five hours.

Luca, do you know what the higher love is?

No, sir.

Very fatiguing thing to keep up for any length of time, Luca.

One feels the need of some relief after it.

Perhaps you would like some coffee, sir.

Thank you, Luca.

Oh, sir, you know I didn't mean that.

I'm surprised at you.

I am surprised myself, Luca.

What would Sergis, the hero of Slyvnitsa save his army now?

What would Sergis, the apostle of the higher, love to save his army now?

What would the half a dozen Sergis is that keep popping in and

out of this handsome figure of mine, save they caught us here?

Do you find my figure, handsome Luca?

Let me go, sir.

I shall be disgraced.

Oh, will you let go?

No.

Don't stand back where we can't be seen.

Have you no common sense?

That's reasonable.

I may have been seen from the windows, Miss

Rainer is sure to be spying about after you.

Take care, Luca.

I may be worthless enough to betray the higher, love, but do not you insult it?

Not for the world, sir.

I'm sure.

May I get on with my work now, please?

You're a provoking little witch, Luca.

If you were in love with me, would you spy out of windows on me?

Well, you see, sir, since you say you are half a dozen different gentlemen all at

once, I should have a great deal to look after.

Which is well as pretty?

No.

I don't want your kisses.

Gentle folk are all alike.

You're making love to me behind Miss Rainer's

back, and she doing the same behind yours.

Luca!

It shows how little you really care.

If our conversation is to continue, Luca, you will kind of remember that a

gentleman does not discuss the conduct of the lady he's engaged to, with her maid.

It's so hard to know what a gentleman considers right.

I thought by your trying to kiss me, you'd given up being so particular.

Devil!

Devil!

I expect one of the six of you is very like me, sir.

Though I am only Miss Rainer's maid.

Which of the six is the real man?

That's the question that torments me.

One of them is a hero, another a buffoon, another a humbug, another... perhaps...

a bit of a black arm.

And one at least is a coward.

Janus, like all cowards, Luca, who is my rival?

You shall never get that out of me for love or money.

Why?

Never mind why.

Besides, you would tell that I told you and I should lose my place.

No.

On the honour of...

Of a man capable of behaving as I've been behaving for the last five minutes,

who is he?

I don't know, I never saw him.

I only heard his voice through the door of her room.

Tenacious!

How day!

Oh, I mean no harm.

You've no right to take up my words like that.

The mistress was all about it, and I tell you.

If that gentleman ever comes here again, Miss

Rainer will marry him whether he likes it or not.

I know the difference between the sort of man you

and she put on before one another and the real manor.

Now, listen to me.

Not so tight, you're hurting me.

That doesn't matter.

You've stained my honour by making me a party to your

eavesdropping, and you have betrayed your mistress.

Please.

That shows that you are an abominable little

club of common play, with a soul of a servant.

You know how to hurt with your tongue as well as with your hands.

But I don't care.

No, I found out whatever clay I made of, you're made of the same.

And as for her, she's a liar.

And her fine ears are a cheat.

And I'm worth six of her.

Look her.

A gentleman has no right to hurt a woman under any circumstances.

I beg your pardon.

That sort of apology may satisfy a lady of what use is a to a servant.

Ah, you wish to be paid for the hurt.

No.

I want my heart made well.

How?

Never.

I'm ready.

What's the matter?

Have you been flirting with Luca?

No, no.

How can you think such a thing?

Forgive me, dear, it was only a jest.

I'm so happy today.

I'm sorry to disturb you, children, but Paul is distracted over those fee regiments.

He's no idea how to send them to Philip Hoppilis.

And he objects to every suggestion of mine.

You'll have to go to his services in the life.

We're just going out for a war.

I shall not be long.

Wait for me, just five minutes.

I shall go round and wait and fool you of the library window.

Be sure you draw father's attention to me.

If you are one moment longer than five minutes, I

shall come in and fetch you regiments or no regiments.

Very well.

Imagine the meeting that Swiss and hearing the whole story.

The very first thing your father asked me for was the old coat we sent him off in.

Oh, a nice mess you got us into.

A little beast.

A little beast?

What little beast?

You go and tear.

Oh, if I had him here, I'd cram him with chocolate

creams until he wouldn't have a speaker get it.

Oh, don't talk such stuff.

Now tell me the truth right now.

How long was he in your room before you came for me?

Oh, I forget.

You cannot forget.

Did he really climb up after the soldiers were gone

or was he there when the officer searched the room?

No.

Yes.

I think he must have been there then.

You think?

Right, right, you know, will anything ever make you straightforward?

If Sergio finds out, it will all be over between you.

Oh, I know, sir, this is your pet.

I sometimes wish you could marry him instead of me.

He would just shoot him, he would pet him and spoil him and mother him to perfection.

Oh, put my word.

I always have a longing to do or say something dreadful to him.

To shock his propriety, to scandalize the five senses out of him.

I don't care if he finds out about the chocolate cream soldier or not.

I have hope he may.

And what should I be able to say to your father, pray?

For fathers, if he could help himself.

Oh, oh, if you were only ten years younger.

Well, there's a gentleman just called Madame as Serbian officer.

Serbian officer?

Serbian, how do I forgot where it is?

I suppose we shall have them calling every day to pay their compliments.

Well, if he's an officer, why don't you tell the master?

He's in the library with Major Sorano.

But why do you come to me?

But he asks for you, Madame, and I don't think he knows who you are.

He said the lady of the house.

He gave me this little ticket for you.

Captain Blunchley, that's a German name.

Swiss, Madame, I think.

Swiss.

What's he like?

He has a big carpet bag, Madame.

Oh, heavens, he's come to return the coat.

Send him away, say one at home, tell him to leave his address now right to him.

Oh, stop, stop, stop, stop.

That will never do.

Wait.

The Master and Major Sorano for busy in the library, aren't they?

Yes, Madam.

We'll bring the gentleman out here at once.

And be very polite to him.

Don't delay.

Here.

Here.

And go straight back to him.

Yes, Madam.

Yuka.

Yes, Madam.

Yes, Madam.

I think so, Madam.

I think so, Madam.

If not, shut it as you go through.

Yes, Madam.

Stop!

He will have to go out that way.

Tell Nikola to bring the gentleman's bag out here after him.

Now, don't forget his bag.

Yes, as soon as possible.

Oh, be quick!

How can I be such a fool, such a moment to select?

Captain Blunchley.

Captain Blunchley, I am very pleased to see you, but you must leave this house at once.

My husband has just returned with my future son-in-law and they know nothing.

If they did the consequences, it would be terrible.

Now, you are a foreigner.

You do not understand our national animosities as we do.

We still hate the Serbs.

The effect of the peace on my husband has been

to make him feel like a lion bolt of his prey.

If he were to discover our secret, he would never forgive me.

And my daughter's life would hardly be safe.

Will you, as the chivalrous gentleman and officer that

you are, leave this house before he finds you here?

At once graciously, he only came to thank you and will return the coach you lent me.

If you will allow me to take it out of my bag and leave it with your servant,

as I pass out, I need to tell you no further.

Oh, you must have dream of going out that way.

This is the shortest way out.

How many thanks so glad to have been a service to you, goodbye?

But my bad.

It shall be sent after you will leave your address.

True.

Allow me.

By dear captain Blunchley.

Oh, heaven!

So, stupid people of mine thought I was out here instead of in the library.

I saw you through the window.

I was wondering why you didn't come in.

So, ran off his with me.

You remember him, don't you?

Welcome, our friend, the enemy.

No longer the enemy, happily.

I hope you've called as a friend and not about horses or prisoners.

Oh, quite as a friend, Paul.

I was just asking captain Blunchley to stay for lunch.

But he declares he must go.

At once.

Impossible, Blunchley.

We want you here badly.

We have to send on three cavalry regiments to Philipopolis.

And we don't in the least know how to do it.

Philipopolis?

The forage is the trouble as well.

That's it.

He sees the whole thing at once.

I think I can show you how to manage that.

Invaluable, man.

Come along.

Oh, the chocolate cream soldier.

The end, I mean.

But don't you see we have a guest?

Um, captain Blunchley, a one of our new Serbian friends.

How silly of me.

I made a beautiful ornament this morning for the ice pudding.

And that stupid niggler has just put down a pile of plates on it and spoiled it.

I hope you didn't think that you were the chocolate cream soldier captain Blunchley.

I assure you, I did.

Your explanation was a relief.

And since when, Prey, have you taken the cookie?

Oh, since you were away, it is her latest fancy.

And as Nikola taken to drinking, he used to be careful.

And that first he shows captain Blunchley out here

when he knew you quite well I was in the library.

Then he goes downstairs and breaks trying to shock this soldier.

Are you mad, Nikola?

What have you brought that for?

My lady's order has made you look good.

My orders?

Why no, should I order to be captain Blunchley's luggage out here?

What are you thinking of, Nikola?

Big your part, captain, I'm sure.

My fault, Madam, I hope you'll overlook it.

You'd better go and slam that bag too down on Miss Ryan's ice pudding.

I just put it all big.

It's gone out of hand.

I'm making another ice pudding.

I've got the whole establishment.

We're never... Come, Blunchley.

Let's have no more nonsense about going away.

You know very well you're not going back to Switzerland yet.

Until you do go back, you'll stay with us.

Do, captain Blunchley.

Now, Catherine, it's of you he's afraid, press him and he'll stay.

Well, of course, I shall only be too delighted if

you give captain Blunchley really wishes to stay.

He knows my wishes.

I am at Madame's orders.

That settles it there, of course.

You see, you must stay.

Well, if I must, I must.

LAUGHTER Into Flora.

More than words can say.

Well, both of these are very appealing.

The musical box and the tin plate toy.

A particular interest at the moment to collectors and

dealers not only in this country, but also abroad.

George is George, the first walnut toy.

The fall front writing draw.

Popular, useful piece of furniture.

Which I think we'd like to put into one of our special sales of English furniture.

This is a... this is really a beautiful piece.

Who could tell you more about your property than suburbs?

Now, there's a southerbiz near you in Pullbra and Bournemouth.

Southerbiz for good advice, freely given.

Isn't that charming?

Once upon a time, some people lost their voices.

They found them in Storyteller.

A collection of books with 45-minute cassettes, so children can listen.

While they read the continuing adventures of Gobelina.

The rich and have kept mounted their rooms.

Aldo?

Quick!

That's my nephew and cleaner!

The Emperor is new clothes.

But he isn't wearing anything.

Fought nightly, with seven complete stories,

Storyteller turns into a unique children's library.

And we all live happily ever after.

Storyteller.

Such a good idea.

It speaks for itself.

All right.

Early one morning just heard a mid-sing in the valley below.

That's it!

Discover your true holiday self.

For your free pontons, Home and Abroad

brochure, ask the operator for free phone 9099.

Every week, three companies move to this city.

Some because it's only three quarters of an hour from London.

Some because companies that move here seem to grow.

Some because it's a great place to live and work.

Me?

I moved here because I like the Virgin.

Wouldn't it be nice if all cities were like Milton Keynes?

When you really know about good furniture prices, go straight to Corks, January sale.

The sale is on now.

Are you sure I can't help in any way, Blunchley?

Quite sure, thank you, Sir Oliver.

I will manage it.

Yes, yes, we will manage it.

He finds out what to do, draws up the orders, and I sign them.

Division of Labour.

Another one.

Thank you.

This hand is more accustomed to the sword than the pen.

Very good of you, Blunchley, it is indeed.

Let yourself be put upon in this way.

Now you're quite sure I can do nothing.

Can you stop interrupting, Paul?

Quite right, I love quite right.

You haven't been campaigning, Catherine.

You don't know how pleasant it is for us to sit here after a good lunch.

But nothing to do but enjoy ourselves.

Is there any one thing I want to make me thoroughly comfortable?

What is that?

My old coat.

I'm not at home in this one.

I feel as if I were on parade.

Paul.

I've said you are about my old coat.

I must be hanging in the blue closet where you left it.

My dear Catherine, I tell you I've looked there.

I might have believed my own eyes or not.

What?

What are you showing off that bell for?

My dear, if you think the obstinacy of your sex can make a coat out of two old

dressing gowns of raenas, your waterproof and mind-mac in touch, you're mistaken.

That's exactly what the blue closet contains at present.

Nicola, go to the blue closet and bring your master's own coat here.

The braided one, he wears it in the house.

Yes, madam.

Catherine.

Yes, Paul?

I bet you any piece of jewelry you like to order from Sophia, against the week's

housekeeping money that the coat isn't there.

Dump all?

Come, he has an opportunity for some sport.

You're better than it.

Blanchley, I'll give you six to one.

It will be robbing you, Major.

Madame is sure to be right.

Well said, Switzerland, Major.

I bet you my best charger against an Arab mayor for

Raeena, that Nicola finds the coat in the blue closet.

Your best charger?

Paul, debut, sir.

Hello, David mayor.

It would cost you $50,000, leave us.

Really, mother, if you were going to take the jewelry,

I don't see why you should grudge me my arrow.

Where's Nicola?

You're hanging in the blue closet, madam.

Well, I'm dead.

Paul.

I could have sworn it wasn't there.

Ages beginning to tell on me I'm getting hallucinations.

Here, help me to change.

Excuse me, Blanchley.

Remember, I didn't take that bet of your surges.

You better give Raeena that Arab steed yourself

since you've roused their expectations.

Hey, Raeena.

She's dreaming as usual.

Surely she shall not be the loser.

So much the bet of her.

I can't come off so cheaply, I expect.

Ah, now I feel at home at last.

That's the last order.

What?

Finished?

I'm doing for me, design.

Not necessarily his signature will do.

Oh, well.

I think we've done a fundering good day's work.

Can I do more?

You would both better see the fellows that ought to take these, pack them off at once

and show them I've marked on the orders the time they should hand them in by.

Tell them if they stop to drink or joke.

If they're five minutes late, they'll have the skin taken off their backs.

I'll see, sir.

And if one of them is man enough to spin my face for

insulting him, I'll buy his discharge and give him a pension.

Just see that he talked to them properly, Major.

Will you?

Quite right, Blanchley.

Quite right, I'll see to it.

By the by-cathering, you may as well come to

the Befar more frightened of you than of me.

I suppose I had better.

You'd only splutter at them.

What an army.

They make cannons out of cherry trees, and the

officers send for their wives to keep disappeared.

You look have a so much nicer than when we last met.

What have you done to yourself?

Washed, rushed, good night, sleep, and breakfast at all.

Did you get back safely that morning?

Quite thanks.

Well, they're angry with you for running away from Sarge's discharge.

No, they were glad, because they'd all just run away themselves.

It must have made a lovely story, Nathan.

All that about me and my rule.

A capital story, but I only told it to one of them, a particular friend.

On whose discretion you could absolutely rely.

Absolutely.

He told it all to my father in Sarge's, the day you exchanged prisoners.

No, you don't mean that, do you?

I do indeed, but they don't know that it was in this house that you took refuge.

If Sarge's knew, he would challenge you and kill you in a duel.

Bless me then, don't tell him.

Please, be serious, Captain Blunchy.

Can you not realize what it means to me to deceive him?

I want to be quite perfect, Sarge's.

No meanness, no smourness, no deceit.

My relation to him is the one really beautiful and noble part of my life.

I hope you can understand that.

You mean you wouldn't like him to find out the story about the ice pudding was a...

You know.

Don't talk of it in that flippant way.

I lied, I know it, but I did it to save your life.

He would have killed you.

That was the second time I ever uttered a falsehood.

Do you remember the first?

I...no.

Was I present?

Yes, and I told the officer who was searching for you that you were not present.

True, I should have remembered it.

Ah, it is natural that you should forget it first.

It cost you nothing.

It cost me a lie.

A lie.

My dear young lady, don't let this worry you now remember I'm a soldier.

Now, what are the two things that happened to a soldier

so often that he comes to think nothing of them?

One is hearing people tell lies.

The other is getting his life saved in all sorts of ways by all sorts of people.

And so he becomes a creature incapable of faith and of gratitude.

You like gratitude?

I don't.

If pity is akin to love, gratitude is akin to the other thing.

Gratitude?

If you are incapable of gratitude, you're incapable of any noble sentiment.

Even animals are grateful.

Oh, I see now exactly what you think of me.

You were not surprised to hear me lie to you.

It was something I did every day.

Every hour, that is how men think of women.

There's reason in everything.

You said you told only two lies in your whole life dear young ladies.

Isn't that rather a short allowance?

I'm quite a straightforward fellow myself, but he wouldn't last me a whole morning.

Do you know, sir, that you are insulting me?

I can't help it.

When you strike that noble attitude and speak in that thrilling voice I admire

you, but I find it quite impossible to believe a single word you say.

Captain Blanchley?

Yes.

Do you know what you said just now?

Do you mean what you said just now?

I do.

I?

How did you find me out?

Instinct dear young lady, instinct and experience of the world.

Do you know you are the first man I ever met who did not take me seriously?

You mean, don't you, that I am the first man that has ever taken you quite seriously?

Yes.

I suppose I do mean that.

How strange it is to be talked to in such a way.

You know, I've always gone on like that.

You mean the...

I mean the thrilling voice and the noble attitude.

I did it when I was a tiny child before my nurse, she believed in it.

I do it before my parents, they believe in it.

I do it before Sargeus.

He believes in it.

Yes, he's a little in that line himself, isn't he?

Do you think so?

Well, you know him better than I do.

I wonder.

I wonder, is he?

If I thought that...

I will.

What does it matter?

Now that you found me out, I suppose you despise me.

No.

My dear young lady, no, no, a thousand times

it's part of your youth, part of your charm.

I'm like all the others, the nurse, your parents, Sargeus.

I'm your infatuated admirer.

Really?

Really?

And truly?

But what did you think of me forgiving you, my portrait?

Your portrait?

You never gave me your portrait?

Do you mean to say you never got it?

No.

When did you send it to me?

I did not send it to you.

It was in the pocket of that coat.

Oh, well, I never found it.

It must be there still.

There still?

For my father to find the first time he puts his hand in his pocket.

Oh, how could it be so stupid?

Well, he doesn't matter, I suppose, only a photograph.

How can he tell who he was intended for?

Tell him he'd put it there himself.

Yes, that is so clever, isn't it?

Oh, what should I do?

Ah, I see.

You wrote something on it.

That was rash.

Oh, to have done such a thing for you!

Who can?

I'm all except Allah for me.

Oh, you sure nobody touched it?

Well, I can't be quite sure.

I couldn't carry it about all the time.

One can't take much luggage on active service.

What did you do with it?

Well, when I got through to Pirata, I had to put it in safekeeping somewhere.

I thought about the railway cloakroom, but that's

the shortest place to get looted in modern warfare.

So I pawned it.

Porned it?

I know he doesn't sound nice, but he was much the safest plan.

I redeemed it the day before yesterday.

Heaven only knows whether the pawnbroker cleared out the pockets or not.

You have a low shopkeeping mind.

You think of things that would never come into a gentleman's head?

That is the Swiss national character, dear lady.

I wish I'd never met you.

For you.

The messenger is waiting.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

The last postal delivery that reached me was three weeks ago.

These are the subsequent accumulations, four telegrams, a week old.

Oh, bad news.

Bad news.

My father's dead.

Oh, how bad sound.

Yes, I'm his leave for home in an hour.

He's left a lot of big hotels behind him to be looked after.

Here's a whacking letter from the family solicitor.

Great.

Heaven.

Seventy.

Two hundred.

Four hundred.

Four thousand.

Nine thousand, six hundred.

What on earth am I going to do with them all?

Nine thousand hotels.

Hotels and nonsense.

If you're only new.

Oh, he's too ridiculous.

Would you please excuse me?

I must get my man orders about starting.

He has not much heart.

That's Swiss.

He has not a word of grief for his poor father.

Grief.

A man who's been doing nothing but killing people for years.

What does he care?

What does any soldier care?

Major Seranov has been fighting too and he has plenty of heart left.

I knew you would not get much feeling out of your soldier.

I've been trying all the afternoon to get a minute alone with you, my girl.

Why, what fashion is that of wearing a sleeve child?

My own fashion.

Oh, indeed.

For Mistress Cassius, you'll talk to her.

Is that any reason why you should take it upon yourself to talk to me?

Calm down, he's so contrary with me.

Yeah.

That's some good news for you.

See, a 20-leaver bill, not...

Sir, just gave me that.

Had a pure swagger.

A fool in his money assumed partied.

And there's ten levers more.

The Swiss gave me that for backing up the Mistress's and Ryan's lies about him.

He's no fool, he isn't.

You should have heard old Catherine downstairs.

It's polite as he pleased to me, telling me

not to mind the major being a little impatient.

Then he would have a good servant I was, after

making a fool and a liar of me before them all.

Twenty, sugar to our savings.

And you shall have the tend to spend.

If you'll only talk to me, sir, to remind me I'm a human being.

I get tired of being a servant occasionally.

Yes, sell your manhood for thirty levers and buy me for ten.

Keep your money.

You were born to be a servant, I was not.

When you set up your shop, you shall only be

everybody's servant instead of somebody's servant.

Oh, wait till you see.

Wish you'll have our evenings to ourselves and I shall be master in my own house.

I promise you.

You shall never be master in mine.

You have a great ambition in you, Luca.

Remember if any luck comes to you, it was high that made a woman of you.

You.

Yes, me.

Who was it made you give up wearing a couple of pounds of false black hair on

your head and reddening your lips and cheeks like an ever-bulgarian girl?

I did.

Who taught you to trim your nails?

Keep your hands clean and be dainty about yourself like a fine Russian lady.

Me.

You hear that?

Me.

Oh, I've often thought that if Rahina were out of the way and you just a little less

of a fool and surges, just a little more of one.

You might come to be one of my grandest customers.

Instead of only being my wife and costing me money.

I believe you would rather be my servant than my husband.

You would make more out of me.

Oh, I know that soul of yours.

And if you mind my soul but just listen to my advice.

If you want to be a lady, your present behaviour

to me won't do at all unless women alone.

It's too sharp and impudent and impurence is a sort of familiarity.

It shows affection for me.

And don't you try being high and mighty with me either.

You're like all country girls.

You think it's gentile to treat a servant the way I treat a stable boy.

Well, that's only your ignorance and don't you forget it.

And don't be so ready to defy everybody.

Act as if you expected to have your own way,

not as if you expected to be ordered about.

The way to get on as a lady is the same as the way to get on as a servant.

You've got to know your place.

That's the secret of it.

And you may depend on me to know my place if you get promoted.

Think over it, my girl.

I'll stand by you.

One servant should always stand by another.

Oh, I must behave in my own way.

You take all the courage out of me with your cold-blooded wisdom.

Go and put those logs on the fire.

That's the sort of thing you understand.

I'm not in the way of your work.

I hope.

No, sir.

Thank you, kindly.

I was only speaking to this foolish girl about her habit of running up here to the

library whenever she gets a chance to look at the books.

That's the worst of her education, sir.

It gives her habits above her station.

Make that table tidy, look her for the... Major?

Let me see.

Is there a mark there?

Does it hurt?

Yes.

Shall I cure it?

No.

You could not cure it now.

Quite sure.

Don't trifle with me, please.

An officer should not trifle with a servant.

That was no trifle, look her.

Are you sorry?

I am never sorry.

I wish I could believe a man could be as unlike a woman as that.

I wonder, are you really a brave man?

Yes, I am a brave man.

My heart jumped like a woman's at the first

shot, but in the charge I found that I was brave.

Yes, that at least is real about me.

Did you find in the charge that the men whose fathers are poor like mine were any

less brave than the men who are rich like you?

Not a bit.

They all slashed and cursed and yelled like heroes.

The courage to rage and kill is cheap.

I have an English bull terrier, who has as much of that sort of courage as

the whole Bulgarian nation, and the whole Russian nation is back.

But he lets my groom thrash him all the same.

That's your soldier all over, no, look her.

Your poor men can cut throats, but they're afraid of their officers.

They put up with insults and blows, they stand

by, and see one another punished like children.

I, and helped to do it when they're ordered.

And the officers, well...

I am an officer.

Give me the man who will defy to the death, and he power an earth or an heaven

that sets itself up against his own will and conscience.

He alone is the brave man.

How easy it is to talk.

Men never seem to me to grow up.

They all have school boys' ideas.

You don't know what true courage is.

Indeed.

I'm willing to be instructed.

Look at me.

How much am I allowed my own will?

I have to get your room ready for you to sweep and dust a fetch and carry.

How could that to grade me if it did not to grade you to have it done for you?

But if I were Empress of Russia, above everyone in the world then,

or then, though according to you I could show no courage at all, you should see.

You should see.

And what would you do, most noble Empress?

I would marry the man I loved, which no other queen in Europe has the courage to do.

If I loved you, though you would be as far beneath me as I am beneath you,

I would dare to be the equal of my inferior.

Would you dare as much if you loved me?

No.

If you felt the beginnings of love for me, you would not let it grow.

You would not dare.

You would marry a rich man's daughter because you

would be afraid of what other people would say to you.

You know that I love another woman.

A woman as high above you as heaven is above earth and you are jealous of her.

I have no reason to be.

She will never marry you now.

The man I told you of has come back.

She will marry the Swiss.

The Swiss?

A man worth ten of you.

Then you can come to me.

And I will refuse you.

You're not good enough for me.

I shall kill the Swiss.

And afterwards I will do as I please with you.

Well, the Swiss will kill you.

Perhaps he has beaten you in love.

He may be too in war.

What do you think I believe that she?

She?

Whose worst thoughts are higher than your best ones?

His capable of trifling with another man behind my back?

Do you think she would believe the Swiss if he told her now that I am in your arms?

Oh, damnation!

Mockery!

Mockery everywhere!

Everything I think is mocked by everything I do!

Coward liar fool!

Shall I kill myself like a man, or live, and pretend to laugh at myself?

Look up!

Remember, you belong to me.

What does that mean, an insult?

It means that you love me and that I have had you

here in my arms and will perhaps have you there again.

Well, that is an insult.

I neither know nor care.

Take it as you please.

But I shall not be a coward and a trifler.

If I choose to love you, I dare to marry you, in spite of all Bulgaria,

if these hands ever touch you again, they shall touch my affiant bride.

We shall see whether you dare keep your word.

And take care, I will not wait long.

Yes, we shall see.

And you shall wait.

My pleasure.

After a mockable looking young woman.

Captain, gruntly.

Hey, you have deceived me.

You are my rival.

I broke no rivals.

At six o'clock, I shall be in the drilling ground on like a sore road, alone,

on horseback.

With my saber.

Do you understand?

Oh, thank you.

That's a cavalry matter, suppose.

I'm in the artillery and I have the choice of weapons.

If I go, I shall take a machine gun.

And as you will know, mistake about the cartridges this time.

Take care, sir.

It is not our custom in Bulgaria to allow

invitations of that kind to bet trifled with.

Who?

Don't talk to me about Bulgaria.

You don't know what fighting is.

But have it your own way.

Bring your saber along.

I'll meet you.

Bravo, Switzerland.

Shall I lend you my best horse?

No, down your horse.

Thank you all for the same idea.

I shall fight you on foot.

Horseback is too dangerous.

I don't want to kill you if I can hook it.

I've heard what Captain Bluntly said, sir.

You are going to fight.

Why?

What about?

I don't know.

He hasn't told me.

Better not interfere with you.

No harm will be done.

I've often acted as a sword instructor.

He won't be able to touch me and I'll not hurt him.

It will save explanations.

In the morning, I shall be off home.

And you'll never see me or hear of me again.

You will then be able to make it up and live happily ever after.

I never said I wanted to see you again.

Ha!

That is a confession.

What do you mean?

You love that man.

You allow him to make love to you behind my back.

Just as you treat me to a fine husband behind his.

Bunchly, you knew our relations and you deceived me.

It is for that that I call it to account.

Not for having received favors.

I never enjoyed this.

Tough rush.

I have received no favors.

Why the young lady doesn't even know that I'm mad at her or not?

How are you?

You see the young lady's concern Captain Bunchley.

Tonight is useless.

You have enjoyed the privilege of being received in her own room late at night.

Yes, you blockhead.

She received me with a pistol at her head.

Your cavalry were at my heels.

I'd have blown out her brains if she'd utter the cry.

Bunchley.

Rhaena.

Is this true?

Oh, how dare you.

How dare you.

Apologize, man.

Apologize.

I never apologize.

This is the doing of that friend of yours, Captain Bunchley.

It is you who is spreading this horrible story about me.

No, he's dead.

Burnt alive.

Burnt alive?

Shot in the hip in a woodyard.

Couldn't drag himself out.

Your fellow shells set the timber on fire and burnt him with

half a dozen other puller devils in the same predicament.

How horrible.

And how ridiculous.

Oh, war.

War.

The dream of patriots and heroes.

A fraud Bunchley.

A hollow sham.

Like love.

Like love.

You say that before me.

Come, Seronov.

That matter is excellent.

Oh, no, sir, I say.

Would you have come back here if nothing had passed

between you except for the muzzle of your pistol?

Rhaena was mistaken about your friend who was burnt.

He was not my informant.

Oh, then.

Oh, Luca.

My maid.

My servant.

You were with her this morning, all that time after.

Oh, what sort of god is this that I have been worshipping?

Do you know?

I looked out of the windows.

I went upstairs to catch another sight of my hero.

I saw something I did not understand there.

I know now that you were making love to her.

You saw that.

Only to where?

Rhaena.

Our romance is shattered.

Life's a fast.

You see, he's found himself out now.

Runsley.

I've allowed you to call me a blockhead.

You may now call me a coward as well.

I'd refuse to fight you.

Do you know why?

Nobody doesn't matter.

I didn't ask the reason when you cried on, and

I don't ask the reason now that you cry off.

I'm a professional soldier.

I fight when I have to, and I'm very glad to get out of it when I haven't to.

You're only an amateur.

You think fighting is an amusement.

You shall hear the reason all the same.

My professional.

The reason is that it takes two men real men.

Men of heart, blood and honor to make a genuine combat.

I could no more fight with you than I could make love to an ugly woman.

You have no magnetism.

You're not a man.

You're a machine.

Quite true.

Quite true.

I always was that sort of chap.

I'm very sorry.

Oh, but now that you've found that life isn't a fast, but something quite serious

and sensible, what further obstacle is there to your happiness?

You are very solicitous about my happiness and his.

Do you forget his new love, Luca?

He is not you, he must fight now, but his rival, Nicola.

Right?

Do you not know that they're engaged?

Nicola?

Our fresh of this is opening.

Nicola?

Such a shocking sacrifice isn't it?

Such beauty, such intellect, such modesty, wasted on a middle-aged servant man.

Really, sir, just you cannot stand by and allow such a being.

It will be unworthy of your shivalry.

Vipa!

Vipa!

Look here, Serrano, if you're getting the worst of this, you know.

Do you realise what he has done to happen?

Don't you see he has set this girl as a spy on us?

And our reward is that he makes love to her.

Force, monstrous!

Master, do you deny that she told you I have Captain Blunchley being in my room?

No, but... Do you deny that you were making love to her when she told you?

No, but I tell you that I have... No, but I tell you that I have...

Quite unnecessary to tell us anything more.

That is quite enough for us.

I told you we're getting the worst of it, Serrano.

Thank God, cats!

You are this man calling me names, Captain Blunchley.

What else can he do, dear lady?

He must defend himself somehow.

Now, come, don't quarrel.

What good does he do?

Engaged in Nicola.

Ah, well, Blunchley, you're right to take this huge imposter of a world, Cooley.

I dare say you think us a couple of grown-up babies don't you?

He does.

He does.

Swiss civilization, nurse-tending Bulgarian barbarism, eh?

Not at all.

I assure you, I'm very glad to get you both quieted.

Not there, there.

Let's be pleasant to talk it over in a friendly way.

Where is it, other young lady?

Listening at the door, probably.

I shall prove that that, at least, is a calamity.

Judge, obviously, you the cruel impartial man, Judge, the ease-dropper.

I mustn't, Judge, I once listened myself

outside a tent when there was a mutiny brewing.

It's all a question of the degree of provocation.

My life was at stake.

My love was at stake.

I'm not ashamed.

Your love, your curiosity, you mean?

My love.

Stronger than anything you can feel even for your chocolate cream sauce.

And what does that mean?

It means... Oh, I remember the ice pudding.

A poultry torn to go.

Excuse my shirt, sleeve gentleman.

Rainer.

Somebody's been wearing that coat of mine, I'll swear it.

Somebody with a differently shaped back.

It's all burst open at the sleeve.

Your mother's mending it.

I wish you...

Make peace, I shall catch cold.

Is it your matter?

No.

Oh, no.

Nothing, nothing.

That's all right.

Any of the matter, Luca?

No, sir.

That's all right.

Go and ask your mistress for my coat like a good girl, will you?

Here it is, Papa.

Give it to me, Nikola.

You put some wood on the fire.

Ah, can it be very good to fall over, Papa, just

for one day after his return from the war, eh?

How can you say that to me, father?

Well, well.

Any had shaped little one?

Come, give me a kiss.

Now give me the cake.

No, I'm going to put it on for you.

Turn your back.

Quite little love.

Thanks.

By the by, I found something funny.

What's the meaning of this?

I could have sworn up.

Your mother's taken it.

Taken what?

Your photograph with the inscription, Raina, to her chocolate cream soldier,

a souvenir.

Now you know there's something more in this that

meets the eye, and I'm going to find it out.

Nikola!

Sir!

Did you spoil any pastry of Miss Raina's this morning?

You heard Miss Raina's say that I did so?

I know that you idiot.

Was it true?

I'm sure that Miss Raina is incapable of saying anything that is not true, sir.

Are you?

And I'm not.

Come, you think I don't see it all?

Sergius, you're the chocolate cream soldier, aren't you?

Sir!

I, a chocolate cream soldier, certainly not.

Not?

You mean to tell me that Raina sends things like that to other men?

The world is not.

It's a generous place as we used to think, Petcoff.

It's all I'd made.

I'm the chocolate cream soldier.

The gracious young lady saved my life by

giving me chocolate creams when I was starving.

Shall I ever forget their flavour?

My late friend, Stolz, told you the story at Pirot.

I was the fugitive.

You?

Sergius, do you remember how those two women

went on this morning when we mentioned it?

You're a nice young woman, aren't you?

Major Serana has changed his mind.

And when I wrote on that photograph, I did

not know that Captain Blunchley was married.

I'm not married.

You said you were.

I did not.

I positively did not.

I never was married in my life.

Will you kindly inform me if I'm not asking too much?

Which of these gentlemen you are engaged to?

To neither of them.

This young lady is the object of Major Serana's affections at present.

Luca?

Are you mad, Sergius?

Why this girl's engaged to Nicola?

I beg your pardon, Sergius.

There is a mistake.

Luca is not engaged to me.

Not engaged to you, scoundrel?

Why you had 25 leave us for me on the day of your betrayal?

And she had that guilt-bracelet for Miss Reilly.

We gave it out, Sergius.

It was only to give Luca protection.

She had a soul above her station, and I've

been no more than her confidential servant.

Now, I intend, as you know, to set up a shop later on in Sofia.

And I look forward to her custom and recommendation, which you marry into the.

..

nobibility.

Well, I guess... This is either the finest heroism or the most crawling baseless.

Which is it, closely?

Never mind whether it's heroism or basis.

Nicola is the ablest man I bet him, Bulgaria.

I'll make him manager of the hotel.

If you can speak French and German... I have been insulted by everyone here.

You've set them the example you own me in apology.

It's no use.

He never forgives.

Not to you.

His equal and his enemy.

But to me, his poor servant, he will not refuse to apologize.

You are right.

Forgive me.

I forgive you.

That touch makes me your affiant wife.

Oh, I forgot that.

You can withdraw, if you like.

withdraw?

Never.

You belong to me.

What does this mean?

Well, my dear, it appears that Sir Justice is going to marry Luka instead of Ryan.

Now, don't blame me.

I have nothing to do with it.

Married Luka?

Sir Justice, you are bound by your word to us.

Nothing binds me.

It's one of your hand.

Congratulations.

These heroics of yours have their practical side after all.

Gracious young lady, the best wishes of a good Republican.

Luka, you have been telling stories.

I have done Ryan a no harm.

Fine, huh?

What I have a right to call her Ryan as she calls me Luka?

I told Major Siranov she would never marry him if the Swiss gentleman came back.

Hello.

I thought you were fond of him than of surges.

You know best whether I was right.

What nonsense.

My dear Major, my dear Madame, the gracious young lady simply saved my life.

Nothing else.

She never cared to straws from me.

I bless my heart and so look at the young lady and look at me.

She rich, young, beautiful, with her imagination full of fairy princes and

noble natures and cavalry charges and goodness of what.

And I, a commonplace Swiss soldier, who hardly knows what a decent life is

after 15 years of barracks and battles, a vagabond.

A man who was spoiled, all his chances of

life threw an incredibly romantic disposition.

A man... Excuse me, Blancheley.

What did you say in spoiled or your chances in life?

An incredibly romantic disposition.

I ran away from home, twice when I was a boy.

I went into the army and said to him into my father's business, I climbed the

balcony of this house when a man of sense would have dived into the nearest cellar.

I came sneaking back here to have another look at the young

lady, when any other man of my age would have sent the coat back.

My coat?

Yes, that's the coat.

I mean, would have sent it back and gone quietly home.

Julie, suppose I'm the sort of fellow a young girl falls in love with.

I look at our ages.

I'm 38.

I don't suppose the young lady is much over 17.

All that adventure which was life or death to me was only a schoolgirl's game to her.

Chocolate creams and hydrocyc.

Why?

Here's the proof.

Now I ask, would a woman who took the affair seriously have sent me this and

written on it right now to her chocolate cream soldier, a superhero?

That's what I was looking for.

How reduced did he get there?

I trust I have set everything to rights.

Gracious young lady.

I quite agree with your account of yourself.

You are a romantic idiot.

Next time I hope you know the difference

between a schoolgirl of 17 and a woman of 23.

23.

Blanchly, my one last belief is gone.

Your sagacity is a fraud like everything else.

You have less sense than even I.

23.

23.

In that case, Major Peckoff, I begged to propose formally to become a suitable your

daughter's hand in place of Major Saranov, retired.

You dare.

If you were 23, when you said those things to

me this afternoon, I shall take them seriously.

I doubt so.

When you quite realise either my daughter's position, or that of Major

Sergius Saranov, whose pleasure proposed to take.

The Peckoff and the Saranov's are known as the

richest and most important families in the country.

Our position is almost historical.

We can go back for 20 years.

Never mind that, Catherine.

We should be most happy, Blanchly, if it were only a question of your position.

But hang it, you no-rainer is accustomed to a very comfortable establishment.

Sergius keeps 20 horses.

Why should we need 20 horses if we're not going to keep a circus?

My daughter, sir, is accustomed to our first great stable.

Hush, mother, you're making me ridiculous.

Oh.

Well, if it comes to a question of an establishment.

Here, go.

How many horses did you say?

20 nobles with, sir.

I have 200 horses.

How many horses?

Three.

I have 70.

Twenty-four will hold 12 inside, besides two on

the box without counting the driver and conductor.

How many tables are having?

I have a juice to I know.

Have you 4,000?

No.

I have.

I have 9,600 pairs of sheets and blankets with 2,400 I did on quilts.

I have 10,000 knives and forks with the same quantity of desserts.

I have 300 servants.

I have six palatial establishments, besides two

liverist tables, a tea gardens and a private house.

I have four medals for distinguished services.

I have the rank of an officer and the standing

of gentlemen and I have three native languages.

Show me any man in Bulgaria who can offer as much.

Are you... Emperor of Switzerland.

I have the highest rank known in Switzerland.

I am a free citizen.

Well, sir, since you are my daughter's choice, I shall not stand in the way of

her happiness, but that is major pet cost feeling also.

Oh, I shall be only too glad.

200 horses.

Who?

What says the lady?

The lady says that he can keep his tablecloths and his omnibuses.

I am not here to be sold to the highest bidder.

I won't take that, sir.

I appealed to you as a fugitive, a beggar and a starving man you accepted me.

You gave me your hand to kiss, your bed to sleep in and your roof to shelter me.

I did not give them to the Emperor of Switzerland.

That's just what I say.

Now, tell them whom you did give them to.

To my chocolate cream, soldier.

Thank you.

That'll do.

Times up, Major, you've managed those regiments so well.

They're sure to ask you to get rid of some of the infantry of the Timok Division,

send them home by way of Lombolanka Sarongov.

Don't get mad at me until I come back.

I shall be here until late, five in the evening, on Tuesday, fortnight.

Gracious ladies, good evening.

What a man.

Is he a man?